The Silky Way

As December draws to a close, I can’t help but look back on all that I’ve experienced this crazy year. Funny how they seem to get crazier as time goes on. I thought last year would be pretty tough to beat but oh, after these former twelve months? It’s beaten. To a pulp. In retrospect though, as hard as times have been, I’d have to say that it was easily the best of my life. Thanks most in part to my beloved Danielle. Don’t get me wrong, we’ve had our pitfalls. (We’re not doing so hot right now either.) But no matter what happens beyond today, I know I won’t regret any of it. Thank you, D, for giving me the best times of my life. I love you.

My successes this year include: embracing my transgenderism and effectively completing and continuing my RLE; leaving college; getting married; avoiding numerous police arrests; making a baby; convincing my parents to send me to counselling; landing a job in my ideal career field only to discover that it’s clearly no longer my career field and quitting before probation was up; experiencing my first polyamouros relationship; experiencing my first foursome; travelling across the United States of America on a Greyhound bus for three and a half days; becoming Vegan; dealing with the loss of both my grandmothers; cuddling with my best friend; launching an online business in Second Life; surviving a car accident; seeing snow; making another song; eviction; living illegally in a foreign country; joining PETA; meeting Danielle for the first time; getting stranded in the middle of the night in downtown Phoenix; discovering Electroclash; discovering Nu Jazz; discovering pierogies; visiting real farms; sex with a hermaphrodite; throwing hookah parties; getting a perfect score in Yoshi’s Island all over again; speaking to the dead, experiencing a cuddle puddle in front of a bonfire in the middle of the desert; enjoying a free pizza, compliments of a friendly taxi driver, etc..

Not too bad for a year’s work, I suppose. The latter part of it was fairly tame (and much more arduous) compared to the beginning but I’m not complaining. Too much.

I won’t lie. Nowadays, things are more difficult than they’ve ever been. Between Danielle and I, we hardly have any money to our names. No place of our own and nowhere to go from here but back to my hometown. And it’s not going to get any easier yet. I’m more than ready to start the next chapter but I’m scared. I really am. I don’t know how I’m going to live a happy life down there but at least I won’t be alone. Looking forward to seeing the family again. The beaches. My friends. And, most of all, Kristina. Excited to show Danielle around (if she ever decides to get this passport before it’s too late) and land another job but other than that… well, I don’t know. Que sera sera. Here’s to another crazy year.